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Reviewing American Literature

February 26, 2005

My mind is getting quite the workout in American Literature this semester!

Earlier this term, reading of Fitzgerald's "Bernice Bobs Her Hair" had me pondering transcendentalism of teenaged resentment:

"What teenager doesn't think that about her mother?? The case is probably more so in this story due to the cultural changes taking place, but I think the idea of a teenage girl thinking her mother is the most dreadful bore is a pretty common concept even today."

From haircuts to ... murder?

Our next story, Glaspell's "A Jury of Her Peers" had me thinking about gender differences:

"It's funny that the women are able to piece together the truth of the night in question because the clues exist in the kitchen and the sewing room, both areas that are the woman's domain. To the men, the kitchen being messy is just a sign of a bad housewive. To the women, to Mrs. Hale especially, the messy kitchen says a lot."

Part of the *fun* this semester lay in figuring out the connections between one piece to another. With Elmer Rice's The Adding Machine and Treadwell's Machinal this connection was not hard to see! Both feature characters trapped in a machine-like, automated society. Two academic articles on the subject helped clarify the issues.

My favorite reading, by far, was that of Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby - I loved it not so much for the story itself but for Great conversations that resulted. Best of all, I liked the idea of Gatsby as God which ended up being my most recent paper topic. Heck, we even read an article about the symbolism of eggs!

I had fun blogging my (admittedly bizarre) ideas about The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, ideas that were inspired by a conversation in another class on the same topic. But that wasn't the only poem we read this semester! We read poetry by Sylvia Plath, e.e. cummings, and Robert Frost (a post which inspired this one), with all of whom I was previously familiar. A new one to me was Ezra Pound, of whom I had heard but never read. Reading Mr. Pound's biography inspired me to write some (bad) poetry of my own! I was also happy to read two poems starring New York City which is my newest favorite place! Sweet!

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